Stand A Chance Lyrics

Lord, forgive me, I'm balling out of control

Got the spirit of fallen soldiers pouring out of my soul

Looking like Bane crawling out of the hole

Always was told, never your vein, never the nose

Never keep the money, same place you keep your toes

I'm meant your fingers, whatever, don't let it linger i

Wake up in cold sweats, courtesy of

Admelog

That's an insulin, that's if you're listening

I wake up dying, and the Lord be whispering

My son, this is not how the mission ends

Where it begins, switch the lens to where I took the benz

And drove it up to broad and told OG, please hit the rims

I'ma hit you off, plus I got a new piece and broke a piece off

Piece under the fleece, I'm like Peace Gawd

How you claim you got beef ain't got three scars

Couldn't have been with me, dawg

You knew to this, I'm true to this

I've been throwing bows before ludicrous

Fast and furious before the movie scripts

Niggas hop out on some movie shit

Uzi spit so fast that he don't know who he hit

Till the news event, where they reporting live from the scene

To tell who the victim is

Money on that boy head is what the business is

Bad dealings with bad businessmen

Bad news for his wife, kids, and siblings

Cause they don't know what the interest is

Nigga, you don't stand a chance if it's hand to hand

Man for man, block for block, gram for gram

My bitch, vs yo bitch, brand for brand

You don't stand a chance if it's hand to hand

Man for man, block for block, gram for gram

Ford the gun line, south side the land

All this real round me

Hvman on my body like a shield round me

Man, fuck all y'all feelings, I know you fuck niggas fear it

I get to dumping to clear it

Cause it ain't about real shit

Niggas lurking in the daytime

40 in the cult, on the waistline

50 in the drumstick, it's gonna be sauce everywhere you say some dumb shit

I came up on South Ave and Alexander on some young shit

Get a pack, get a gat, that's how you run shit

Shoot em up, bust em up, that was fun shit

Now we shoot em up, bust em up, dare you to run bitch

You are now fucking with your worst fate

Like red pops, why you come around here fucking with them boys in the first place

Top 5 murder rate, nothing I want to motivate

Especially if your cash ain't right, we can't negotiate

Only way to ever stand a chance, gotta hold your weight

Make no mistakes and be ready if they call your name

Nigga you don't stand a chance if it's hand to hand

Man for man, block for block, gram for gram

My bitch vs yo bitch, brand for brand

You don't stand a chance if it's hand to hand

Man for man, block for block, gram for gram

Ford the gun line, Southside the land